Watching Myself Watch This Poem by Ryan Eisele

Captured moments, where do they go?
What is outside me that I need to know?
Just making a dash to take out the trash
On a crisp night of new snow...

There I paused with intent.
And as happens now and then.
It all came soaking in,
The shine of the tin,
And shadows of the bin,
The hhwwaafff of distant cars,
And muffled glow of ancient stars.

I saw myself...
Watching this.
Maybe that was really all.
Saw myself watching this
Was really all there was.